Dissatisfaction and the Author

“Everywhere else in the world seems exciting. But I am not famous.” “Yes you are,” she disagrees. A semi-experimental novelist is just a fraction of the world that he exists in. He is relatively famous, within this thinly spread audience. He sips dandelion wine and ponders the marshmallow soles of his sneakers.* If he wanted […]


I’ve wondered what it would be like to indelibly mark my hide alive with rainbow serpents beneath my skin that colour my day from deep inside. Still my heart resists the needle’s hurt – I’m seeking another kind of high… I’ve wondered what it would be like to pierce through my skin all taut with […]